Hey guys! Holy shit this took so long! It's really long as well, over 5,000 words!! Between school and general bullshit, I finally got it done! Song based, pff like always. Hope you lot enjoy! Prepare for feelz!
Song:
- 'Safe and Sound' by Julia Sheer

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I trudged down the street, hands stuffed in my pockets, fists clenched.

The street lights buzzed and flickered, the only sound in the musky downtown area.

This place was a known place for junkies and hookers, but I had to get through this place somehow, my car was parked nearby.

I frowned as I thought back to earlier.

Why did Tyler just leave me like that? Sure it was two weeks ago, but come on, we'd been dating for three months, and he just ups and leaves?! Jackass.

I suddenly heard a muffled whimper from an alley way ten feet I front.

Oh great, now I'm a witness to a homicide. I wonder if my corpse will have a Chelsea smile?

I heard more muttering as I neared, and suddenly, a boy, probably not much younger than me, stumbled out, seemingly flung out at me.

I caught him before he could fall on his face, steadying him, but then reeled back as he yelped, flinching away from me.

I reached out a hand and touched his shoulder lightly, feeling him jump and cringe, but stay still, almost as if he was forcing himself to do so.

It was then that I saw him properly. He had dark, sweeping brown hair that partially covered his face, obstructing his eyes from my view.

He was pretty pale, even in the garish orange glow of the streetlight. He was slim, with curvy hips and a lean stomach, rather attractive in my opinion.

He was dressed in a tight, navy blue tshirt with a very low v neck, and tight jeans that looked to be hastily put on.

Black and puple bracelets littered his left wrist, names of bands written all over them. Seemed he like Disturbed. I liked this kid already.

However, the look on his face, or what I could see of his face, and the way he was trembling, made flirting the last thing on my mind.

"Hey," I called softly, a small friendly smile on my face so I would t scare him. "Are you alright?" I asked, tightening my grip on his shoulder as his shaking increased.

Before he could answer, a huge bear of a man strode out from the alley, a cruel smirk on his face, hair in a severe crew cut, rippling muscles bulging as he stood behind the boy, who looked down at his shoes meekly.

The guy grinned, placing a hand on the back of the boys neck, squeezing I think a little too tight.

"He's fine. Just a little spooked s'all." the guy smiled, grinning toothily. He reminded me of a shark.

An asshole shark.

I tried to keep the annoyance off my face as I stuck my hand out to Mr Shark, forcing a polite smile, sneaking a glance at the suddenly stiff as a board boy.

"Well, I'm glad nothing's wrong..." I mumbled, eyeing the boy cautiously.

Nothing about this seemed right, and my brain was screaming at me to just turn and run, but something about the boy had me intrigued.

The shark guy laughed, deep and booming, before turning looking back at me, taking my hand in a bone crunching handshake.

"It fine. Actually, I was wondering if you wanted any... favours doing. I know Ty here is good with his hands, and he seems to have taken a shine to you." he purred, pushing the boy forward a little roughly, until he stood in front of me.

I looked, confused, until it hit me like a tonne of bricks.

This guy was a prostitute, and the shark was, what, his pimp?

I frowned, shaking my head at the guy, trying not to look at the boy.

"Sorry, man, not interested right now." I said firmly, thinking how to escape. Damn, why did I park my car so far away?

The guys smile faltered, glaring at the back of the boys head with malice, before quickly resuming his charming facade.

"You sure you don't want the offer? I can assure you, it'll be the best fuck of your life. Ty's fresh meat, his virgin ass would be tight as drum, imagine how good that would feel. So what do you say? Reconsider?" he muttered, making me shiver slightly.

I was horrified. This guy was basically selling the boy 'Ty's' virginity? I was about to say hell no, when a thought hit me.

I could get this boy away from this. Looking at him it was clear that he didn't want to do this, but whoever this shark dude was forced him to do it.

I couldn't walk away when this Ty was in danger. What if the next guy comes along and isn't so nice? I pursed my lips, and sighed, put on a fake smile.

"How much for the night?" I asked quickly, making Ty's head shoot up wide eyed, full of fear, while shark guy grinned wolfishly, pushing the once again shaking Ty towards me.

"Stamina... You hound dog. Five hundred for the night, four if you're not satisfied." he grunted emotionless, glaring at Ty, who was biting his lip, eyes glossed over with unshed tears.

I nodded, pulling out my wallet and giving the guy one hundred in bills, pulling Ty with me.

"You'll get the rest after I've had my night, then I'll know how much it was worth." I said plainly, tucking away my wallet once more and gripping Ty's arm tightly but not roughly. The guy grinned darkly.

"Just bring him back here in the morning, and we'll sort it out. Be good Ty." he muttered, as he slunk back into the shadows, and I walked quickly, towing Ty along with me.

I went round the corner and saw my car parked a few feet away. I stopped and turned to Ty, who had his head lowered, hands shaking and he was pale as a ghost. Poor thing.

I put my hands on both of his shoulder, ducking my head slightly to be at his level. He visible cringed at my touch, and I sighed, my heart throbbing at the thought of someone defiling this poor boy.

"Ty, can you look up at me please?" I asked gently, rubbing his shoulders reassuringly.

He bit his lip, head down, and I could sense his hesitation. He slowly lifted his head, eyes darting quickly to my face and then away again, obvious terror in them.

I gave him a weak smile, squeezing his shoulder to get his attention. He whimpered, making me freeze.

"Ty...?" I murmured, brow furrowed. He whimpered again, soft and broken.

"P-please... d-don't m-make me... don't m-make me d-d..." he choked out, finally looking up meekly into mine, auburn eyes burning with tears, which poured down his face. A little part of me broke seeing him like this.

"Hey, hey, it's ok Ty, I'm not going to hurt you. I wanted to get you away from that man, I'm not going to violate you like that, ok? You don't have to be scared, hun, I'm gonna keep you safe, ok?" I whispered, trying to get across to him that I wouldn't hurt him.

Suddenly, Ty began shaking violently, stumbling until I caught him in my arms, kneeling as he wheezed on the floor.

I watched wide eyed as he curled into himself, flinching away from my touch, more violently than before, and sank to the ground, sobbing and gasping for air, whimpering incoherent things.

I knelt down quickly, looking into his eyes fearfully. They were glazed over, dripping tears, and the haunted look in them made my blood run cold.

I recognised the signs of a panic attack, and pulled him close to me, although kept my arms around him loose.

When someone is having a panic attack, the worst thing to do is hold them down, then the panic becomes real and their mind goes into overload.

I watched him twitch and pant sorrowfully, vowing to make sure that whoever caused such a sweet boy to have such a terrified look on his face pay.

I placed his head on my chest gingerly, not restricting, just cradling him softly as his whimpering continued.

"Ty, hun, you've got to calm down for me ok? You're safe but you need to calm down, breathe, can you do that for me?" I whispered in his ear, wracking my brain to remember all the things my mother did when my sister had a panic attack.

Ty let out a slight whine, taking in a choked breath, letting it out deeply.

My heart broke seeing the tear marks carved into his cheeks, forgetting that just moments ago I had basically rented him out; this boy needed me, and I'd be damned if I didn't help him. I couldn't not.

Slowly, his sobs died down, his ragged breathing returning to normal, body still shaking slightly, probably the shock.

He lifted his head, blinking up at me confused and scared looking, with red rimmed eyes, face pale and lips puffy from his gnawing on them.

I sighed in relief, glad he was coming back. I smiled at him weakly, rubbing his skinny arm gently.

"You ok now hun?" I murmured, chuckling slightly in relief when he nodded, and I helped him stand, a little wobbly, but never the less.

He looked up at me, eyes full of apprehension and conflict, which was understandable, given his situation, although I could see the apprehension in them.

I sighed, taking his surprisingly warm hand in mine, tugging him forward slightly, towards my car.

"Come with me Ty." I urged softly, motioning towards my car. He froze, eyes wide and biting his lip, having some internal battle with himself.

I continued to smile at him friendly, trying not to spook him. He needed to be able to make his own decision, even if I really didn't want him staying out here.

Cautiously, he nodded, taking a few timid steps towards the car as I held onto his hands, towing him with me.

Once we reached the car, I unlocked it and lightly pushed him into the passenger seat, closing the door and going round the other side, slipping in the drivers seat myself.

I looked over to the frightened boy, who sat perched tentatively on the edge of the seat, looking ready to bolt at any moment.

"T-thank y-you..." he croaked after a few seconds, head down, his knees tucked up under him in a crouching position sadly.

He reminded me so much of L, I was trying not to fangirl in such a serious situation.

"It's fine hun. You're safe, which is all that matters. I'm gonna take you home and get you into a warm shower and bed. You need some rest." I said softly, starting the car and beginning the drive to my flat.

Ty's breath hitched before I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye. A few minutes passed in silence, before a small cough caught my attention.

"U-um... what's y-your name?" he asked quietly, and I nearly facepalmed. I'm an idiot sometimes.

"My names Jason, sorry, I forgot to mention." I rambled, embarrassed. Ty noticed my flustered expression, and his lips curled into a tiny smile.

Nothing else we said throughout the journey, until I pulled up in the carpark of my complex.

I stepped out once I parked, going round the other side to help Ty. He nervously stepped out, head bowed and his hands wringing together.

I sighed, knowing he would be scared after what happened earlier, and I gently took his arm, guiding him to the lift and up to my flat, 23c.

Once we reached the right floor, I stepped out, Ty in tow, and walked him to the front door of my flat, fumbling with the key, finally making it inside, where I flipped the lights on, hanging up my coat quickly.

I grabbed Ty's hand, walking him towards the couch and setting him down carefully, sitting down next to him.

He fidgeted with his hands, not looking up as he sat, hunched, eyes darting this way and that, his trembling starting up again.

Before he could have another panic attack I placed my hand on his knee, stilling him as he looked up fearfully. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, squeezing his knee.

"Ty... who was that guy earlier? Does he hurt you?" I asked gently, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. Who knows what lies that shark could have told.

Ty tensed at the mention of shark dude, but relaxed as I scooted closer to him, putting an arm around his shoulders.

He leaned into my touch, and took a deep breath, nodding, then let out a sigh.

"He's my... he my s-stepfather. I lost my job last week, so... s-so he said I-I had to get a new one..." he stammered out, tensing immensely at the mention of who I now know to be his stepfather.

I ran my hands through his hair soothingly, and he relaxed, curling into my side. I exhaled deeply.

How could anyone do that to someone, especially their own stepson! He's practically a pimp with no regard for Ty's safety or feelings. It's despicable, completely disgustingly!

I must have been squeezing Ty too tightly in my anger, because he let out a small squeak, jolting up in pain. I grimaced. Must have hit a bruise.

Thinking about it, I don't know how bad he's hurt, so I should probably check him out.

"Ty, take off your shirt." I commanded softly. He froze, limbs stiff and face white.

I was confused at first, but then remembered his circumstances, having thought I paid for him to use him. Again, disgusting.

I mentally facepalmed at my implicit request and smiled at him reassuringly, as he started sweating, wringing his hands.

"No, not like that. I want to see where you're hurt, hun, that's all." I said, gingerly, tugging the bottom of his tshirt questioningly.

He gave me a tiny nod, lifting his thin arms up so I could remove the tshirt. I carefully pulled it off his thin small frame, tossing it next to him on the couch.

He bowed his head, an embarrassed blush on his face, as he twiddled his fingers on his lap, not meeting my eyes. My eyes scanned over his body, and I felt my anger rise.

Bruises littered his torso, some older and greenish yellow, other deep purple, almost black and fairly recent.

His ribs stuck out and I could see every ridge along his spine. My heart cracked as I took it all in. How anybody could do this to such a fragile boy is beyond me.

I handed him his tshirt back, and he quickly slipped it back on, wincing slightly when he moved his arm a certain way.

He still didn't meet my eyes as he sank into the couch, curling his legs underneath him.

My OCD about feet on the furniture almost twitched, but I pushed it aside. Ty was sobbing by now, his shoulders shaking up and down silently, and I saw a few drops of tears hit the fabric of his shirt.

"Oh, hun, it's ok now. He can't hurt you." I croaked, trying to hold in my own tears. I wrapped my arms tentatively around his shoulders, bringing him to my chest, as I cradled his head in my neck.

His little arms snaked around my waist and we sat there, hugging for God knows how long, as he cried, letting seemingly years worth of pain and anguish out.

After a while, his stopped crying, small whimpers escaping his lips. I pulled back, and put a hand on his cheek, kissing his forehead comfortingly.

I smiled at him, trying to convey to him that he didn't have to be scared anymore. I had to get him out of his shell a bit more, he was in pieces.

"Ty, do you want to take a bath and relax? I'll give you some clothes to sleep in and I'll make some food for us." I muttered, setting him down next to me on the couch.

His eyes began to water and I panicked, wondering how I fucked up this time. Damn my idiot brain. He gazed up at my with wide tear filled eyes.

"Y-you'd do that f-for me?" he choked out, biting his lip nervously which for some reason I found adorable.

I nodded, standing up and reaching out a hand for him to take. He gingerly took it, and I pulled him up, towing him towards the bathroom.

When I walked in I let go of his hand, bending down to run the bath.

I added bubbles and relaxing oils so he would be more comfortable, and made sure the water wasn't too hot.

Once I had finished I stood, turning around to Ty, who was sitting on the toilet lid, watching me curiously.

When he saw that I had noticed him staring at me he blushed, quickly looking down at his shoes. I chuckled, walking over and motioning him to stand up.

"Do you need help getting unchanged or are you good?" I asked, recalling how he winced earlier.

He shook his head, smiling shyly. I patted his shoulder, and walked out, leaving the bathroom door ajar in case he needed anything.

I heard the sloshing sound of him getting in the tub as I made my way into the kitchen.

Looking through the cupboards, I found some pasta, cheese, tomato and basil sauce and hotdogs. Looks like pasta bake it is.

Quickly mixing the ingredients and putting the pan in the oven, I whipped around when there was a light tap on the kitchen door.

Ty stood there, engulfed in a huge white towel I set out, blushing as he stood in the door awkwardly.

"U-um, c-could I borrow a change of c-clothes Jason?" he asked, shuffling as he readjusted his towel.

I closed the oven door and stood, beamed at him, earning a little grin in return.

"Follow me, I'll get you some of mine. I'm a bit bigger than you, so I don't know what will fit, but a tshirt should be ok, and some boxers." I mused, walking towards my room as Ty trailed along behind me, shivering slightly as the breeze hit his wet skin.

Getting to my dresser, I pulled out the smallest pair of shorts I owned and some boxers, along with a loose shirt I sometimes wore for bed.

Handing them to him, I let him change in my room in peace. I plopped onto a chair at the kitchen table, waiting for the food to finish shortly, and for Ty to come back in.

Two minutes later, the door creaked open and the most smouldering thing I've seen walked in.

The tshirt was over one shoulder, the other exposed and the shirt itself hanging mid thigh. I could see the hem of his boxers underneath, and in his hand he held the shorts, handing them to me sheepishly.

"They kept falling down" he muttered, and I nodded, certainly not complaining about the amazing view.

No, bad Jason, he's not your boyfriend, he's a guest. A frightened, hurt guest. A guest with delicious, creamy thighs, a lean, sinewy body and a perky, Virgin- ok stop!

The egg timer dinged, and I quickly went over to the oven, mortified that I was thinking about Ty in such a lewd way.

He's abused and basically terrified that I'm going to rape him, stop thinking like that! Stupid brain.

Pulling the bake out of the oven, I set it down, grabbing two bowls and plating it out, giving Ty the biggest portion. He needs it, poor thing.

Sitting next to him on at the table, I gave him his food and a fork, chuckling as his eyes bulged, digging in heartily.

I ate mine quietly, observing Ty chew his food, his eyes glassy and a huge grin on his face, as he shovelled it down. I frowned, wondering when the last time he ate.

He finished in under five minutes, his fork hitting the bottom of the bowl with a clink as he pushed the empty dish away, rubbing his tummy with a soft sated sigh.

I chuckled at his happy expression, and soon finished mine, taking both the bowls to the dishwasher and loading them in.

"Jason?" Ty said quietly, looking at me with timid curiosity.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, reading the back of the dishwasher powder box. I really need the tabs, this is stupid.

"Won't your boyfriend be angry with you for bringing me here when he comes?" I froze, setting down the box and looking over to Ty with my brow furrowed.

"Boyfriend? I'm not in a relationship at the minute hun, why did you think I was?" I asked, surprised.

I technically 'bought' him, so he knows I'm gay, but what made him think I was in a relationship? Was he worried I'd abandon him if I wasn't living on my own?

Ty blushed, looking down meekly. "When I was getting dressed, your phone rang. Someone named Tyler left a message saying he'd be around tonight to talk." he replied softly, looking back up at me.

I rolled my eyes at the mention of Tyler's name. Figures he'd come crawling back, that tool doesn't know when to give up.

I was one with I'm, but he didn't seem to get the message. I sighed, glancing back to Ty.

"What made you think I was in a relationship with Tyler?" I asked, running a hand through my hair. That dick.

Ty shrugged, eyes staring at the wall next to me. "He called you baby in the message. I-I just a-assumed..." he trailed off, swallowing hard.

I pushed my anger at Tyler down, for Ty's sake. He's obviously afraid that if he says the wrong thing then I'll hurt him.

I got up and walk over to his seat, frowning when he flinched. I got down to his level, cupping both his cheeks in my hands and lifting his head so he was making eye contact.

"Relax Ty, I'm not gonna get mad over a tiny misunderstanding. You're safe and welcome to stay here for however long you want, ok?" I said, hoping that he would understand that I wasn't going to hurt him. I couldn't, not ever.

He looked into my eyes, so vulnerable and broken, it practically shattered my heart.

Just as he was about to reply, there was a harsh knock on the door, making us both jump, then the rattle of keys in a lock.

My eyes widened when I realised that I hadn't got the key to the flat back from Tyler.

Shit.

"Jason, are you home?" Tyler called, and I cursed under my breath. Ty was frozen, and I cursed again.

"That's Tyler. He's still got the flat key. Don't worry hun, I'll get the jerk out of here and get the the key back, then we can watch a movie or something. Just sta-"

I was cut off by the kitchen door swinging open, and Tyler standing there with a sickly sweet smile, twirling the key around his finger.

As soon as his eyes landed on Ty, his face hardened into a pissed off sneer.

"Are you kidding me Jason?! We broke up yesterday and you've already replaced me!" he screamed, glaring at Ty with hatred, hands on his hip defensively.

Ty shrank back into his seat, watching Tyler frightened. I sighed, annoyed.

"Tyler, I'm not replacing you, he's just staying at mine for a bit. Besides, you seemed to have moved on quite quickly with the guy you were banging behind my back. What was his name, Adam? It's not any of your business who I date anyway, because I broke up with you." I growled, not happy with how Tyler was acting. I mean, he's the one who cheated on me!

He scoffed, crossing his arms as he gave me a snide look, then his gaze once again slid over to Ty.

"This is what you see in guys? Ugly little emo sluts?! He looks positively anaemic he's so pale. Wow, Jason, you've really downgraded." he smirked, and I just about exploded.

Standing in front of Ty protectively, I pushed Tyler back, glaring daggers.

"You have some nerve to come into my home and dictate who and who I shouldn't date. I'm not in a relationship with Ty, and even if I was, it wouldn't concern you. He's by no means a slut, and coming from a guy who's banged every gay dude in the complex you're a hypocrite to say so. He's not emo or anaemic, he's beautiful and sweet, the exact opposite of you. Now get out before I kick your chode sucking ass." I seethed, unblinking as I stared him down.

He looked taken aback, since I've never snapped or said such things to anyone, let alone Tyler. He huffed and turned cooly to Ty, before back to me.

"Fine. Take your twinky emo runt. Just don't come crawling back to me when he cuts too deep." he sneered, and spun on his heel, strutting out the kitchen and out the front door. Thank god he's out of my life.

I let out an angry groan, running a hand down my face in frustration. I opened my mouth to speak, turning to face Ty, but when I looked down, he was gone.

I heard a door slam somewhere in the flat and I sighed.

Great, fucking great.

Tyler's a little shit, saying those things about Ty when he had no right to say them. Honestly, I must have been drunk the entire relationship.

I walked quickly out of the kitchen, searching around the flat for Ty. I went to the obvious places first, the living room, my room, the walk in closet.

Then, as I hovered over the bathroom door, I heard faint heaves from inside. I twisted the knob and cautiously opened the door.

Ty was perched on the toilet lid, curled up with his head in his arms. He convulsed every so often, and choked sobs were muffled by his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I gasped, rushing to him and crouching in front of him, holding his arms away from him as they dug deep into his scalp.

"Ty, don't you dare listen to him. He's a jealous asshole, who wouldn't know a quality person if they smacked him in the face." I assured rubbing up and down his arm comfortingly.

Ty shook his head, shaking as he looked up, his red watery eyes meeting mine and I almost shuddered to see the sorrowful, broken look in them.

I could see years of torment and hurt in them, and I knew that they would haunt me until my dying day. Ty blinked, face blank.

"He's right you know." he muttered, eyes sliding to the wall behind me, a distant look in them.

He raised one arm, and I could see very pink white scars, running horizontally across his forearm.

"I've been clean for almost a year now, but he's right. I-I'm a freak, a slutty emo joke who-"

He cut himself off by choking a sob. I stared wide eyed, before engulfing him in a hug.

I rocked him as he bawled his eyes out into my shirt, his little arms clutching onto me so tight as if he thought that if he didn't I would disappear.

I squeezed him just as tight, my own tears forming for this boy, this boy who's gone through so much that I'm honestly in awe of his strength.

"You're not a slut, you were forced. That's one thing. Second, you're not emo or a freak, you're unique and stunning, and any guy would be fucking lucky to have you. Lastly, for you to be clean for so long shows how strong you are. It amazing that even though you've been through so much shit, you've managed to hold on. You're braver than you think hun, so fucking brave." I murmured in his ear, meaning every word of it with my heart and soul.

Ty kept his face buried in my shoulder, but I could feel him nod against me skin shakily.

After a few minutes of silence, I pulled back, cupping Ty's face in my hand, staring into his twinkling auburn eyes, as he stared into mine.

His flickered down to my lips momentarily, before gazing back into mine.

My breathing hitched as we both leaned forward, almost in sync, until our lips brushed together, gentle, curious, just tasting each other briefly, before he sank into the kiss, parting his lips so I could slip my tongue in.

I very lightly prodded my tongue in, keeping the kiss sweet and loving, the way it should be like this.

We parted for air, his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, panting gently, lips red and plump.

He looked at me wide eyed, blinking slowly, his lashes sweeping elegantly across his cheekbones, like butterfly wings, his long, rich brown hair hanging against his forehead, slightly ruffled from our passion.

I reached out and pushed the strands from his beautiful face, staring into his captivating orbs.

"Wow." he breathed, breaking the silence surrounding us. I gave a small smile, resting my forehead on his.

"Wow indeed." I muttered, kissing his nose tentatively. I chuckled slightly.

"Guess Tyler was wrong. I have moved on, with someone much better than him." I said, looking into his eyes hopefully, my face burning.

I hoped to God he agreed, otherwise things just got seriously awkward. Ty's eyes watered, and a watery smile stretched across his face.

He nodded shakily, flinging his arms around my neck, enveloping me in a choking hug. I mentally sighed in relief, and hugged him back, inhaling in his surprisingly sweet scent.

"Thank you Jason. Thank you so much. Before you found me, I thought I'd just slip through the cracks, become one of the corpses you see on TV every day. But you, you found me. You helped me, you have done more for me in one night than anyone has ever done for me in my life. Thank you so much Jason." he whispered, and I let out a choked sob, so happy I could hardly contain myself.

I nuzzled his neck, kissing his ear as I drew back, cupping his cheek. I grinned.

"Looks like you're stuck with me hun." I chuckled, and Ty giggled, smiling shyly.

He blinked slowly, stifling a yawn, and I almost aww'd at the sight. I stood up, with Ty in my arms, and carried him to the bedroom.

Laying him down on the bed, I leapt in after earning a snort and laugh from him as I flailed about.

My awesome ninja skilled forsaken, I curled up with Ty under my chin, not even bothering to remove my sweatpants.

As we drifted off to sleep, I flashed back to when I first found Ty. I giggled into his hair, and he looked up at me quizzically. I just shook my head.

"I'm glad I parked my car awkwardly tonight." I mumbled, and Ty rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. He closed his eyes again, snuggling into my chest.

"Me too Jason. I'm glad you found me." he murmured, breaths evening out as I too drifted off, content with Ty in my arms.

And that night, as we slept, I knew, that even after everything that went down, something amazing was on the horizon for us.

Ty was worth more than one hundred bucks. He was worth everything to me.

Asdfghjkl idek with this one! Any feedback welcome. Was I good? Was it bad? Should it be expelled from the world of fanfic because of it's awfulness? Hope you enjoyed. Luvs yas bub! Laika out.